I lay on the table, Sheila stroking my hair. She actually winced each time her husband, Bil, landed a strip from his came on my backside. Unlike many Doms, Bil preferred to start with the most sensitive area, the sit spot. With each strip, I clasped my hands to the end of the table, yelped, and got wetter and wetter. By the time he finished, I was panting.

Milord spread my nether lips and swiped a finger along my slit.

“See how wet she is? I told you she’d love this. She was very good, taking her strips perfectly. She deserves a reward. Care, again, to do the honors?”

“Which hole?” Bil asked. My eyes widened and I looked up at my sister-in-law who smiled angelically down at me.

“Whichever you’d like. After all, we’re all family here,” Milord ever so graciously stated.

Bil laughed, pulled my legs closer to him so that I could place my feet on the floor. He spread them wide then began to gather up my wetness and to transfer it from one hole to the other. He must have also lubed up his cock because when he slowly slid into my back hole, he went in easily.

“No need for you to do without, Micah. Sophia, attend to my brother. Mouth?”

“Indeed.”

I lay there, being reamed by my husband’s brother, and watched as my husband’s cock and balls were worshiped by my Sheila. I’m not sure I’d ever been more excited. I closed my eyes a moment when Bil pressed his way fully in and allowed my body to acclimate. I was already trembling, edging when he fucked be full force. I screamed my pleasure. My eyes popped open and the vision before me was incredible. Bil continued to fuck my ass while Sheila devoured Milord’s cock. Sooner than I would have liked, Milord pulled out of Sheila’s red lips and sprayed his white cum across her face and chest. A moment later, Bil pulled out of me. I almost cried “NO” again, but managed to control myself, as he also sprayed his hot cum across my striped ass.

We all needed a minute to rest up, but as Milord reached a hand down to help Sheila stand, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“I am, thank you, Milord,” she murmured. Her eyes popped wide and she dropped to her knees again, this time in front of Bil.

She, being on a strict voice restriction, had just broken their daily rule. Bil left the room only to quickly return with several items. I was now sitting on a Milord’s lap, watching with abject fascination.

“Open.”

Sheila opened her mouth while Bil adjusted the bit gag.

“Stand.”

She did so, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Bil laid out several clothespins. “Sophia, how many words did she use?”

I thought before answering. “Five, Sir.”

“Then five clothespins it is. One on each nipple.” He applied these. I could smell her musk growing.

“One on each labia.”

Sheila moaned, but remained silent.

“And one tiny one on her clit.”

I gasped. I couldn’t imagine the pain, but Sheila was a pain slut and loved it.

“Perfect,” Bil stated. “Now, Micah, how about a short finger of Scotch? It will be a while before before we’re ready for action again.”

“Sounds good.”

“Sheila?”

With a contented look on her face, Sheila went to the bar and poured two short drams of Scotch. She also brought me a glass of water, bless her. We retired to the living room where Milord said, “No need for us to be bored. How about Sophia attend to Sheila?”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t object to pleasuring a woman, but it just wasn’t my thing. Still, between the day’s rule, the stripes, and my ass fucking, I was in a sub mind kinda space.

Sheila lay down on the thick carpet, her legs bend at the knees and spread wide. Being conscious of the clips, I began to lick her dripping, sweet tunnel. I took my time, knowing the men enjoyed the spectacle.

“After she comes,” Bil stated, “you may remove her clips. Slowly. One at a time.”

I looked up at Sheila whose eyes had gone wide. I knew first hand the pain of blood rushing into sensitive areas. I took my time, remembering just how much Sheila enjoyed the sensation. Some time later, she quivered and moaned behind her bit as her orgasm washed over her and into my mouth. One by one, I removed her clothespins. She moaned for each one on her labia, whined for each of the nipples, but screamed behind her bit gag when I removed the one on her clit. Her body again convulsed in happy tremors as yet another orgasm consumed her. She lay on the floor, a beautiful, pleased look on her face.

Milord laughed, set down his half drunk Scotch, and held his hand out to me. “Let’s get you dressed. It’s time to go home where I plan to ravish you until you beg for mercy.”

Grinning, I said, “Yes, Milord.”